Tuesday 18 October 2011

Friendship Highlight: Elin Bäcklund

My friends, welcome to the segment of the program where we kick back, relax, and pay attention to me groveling at the feet of those who deserve it. That's right, it's FH day! To all of those who keep asking me "When are you doing me?" the answer is I'll be doing you later. As in, you've now been pushed back. As in, I'm now making you purposefully wait and wait and wait until you think I'm never going to highlight you...then POW, right in the kisser. Right when you least expect it. I'm going Pearl Harbour on your asses but without the whole "war" thing. That's too expensive for my budget.


Anyhow, this highlight is going out to my dear friend Elin Bäcklund who has been a dear friend to me for quite a few years now (don't ask me how many, I lost track). Even with her being all the way in Sweden and my being here in Canada, we've managed to have a pretty awesome friendship with tons of stories. Not the kind of adventures I've spoken about previously (yet), but we still have memories. 




I don't even know what's more cute; her or the kitten. Elin is the sweetest, nicest, most genuine person I've ever known and is the sort of person that makes me wish I was a better individual. You know, classy, genuinely good, the kind who wouldn't turn over to the Sith side in a heart's beat. Everything I've ever wanted to be as a woman she already is. I can't imagine anyone ever not liking her or wanting to be around her. Her goodness is so contagious that if Hitler was still alive, Elin would've been the next weapon we sent over to defeat him. He would've melted in her ooey goodness. Now, I'm not saying she's a goody two shoes because no one can stand those. No, she knows how to have fun but is also the epitome of the statement of having a heart of gold. That was written just for her (or so I'm convinced). She's also one of the strongest people I know. Not many have known the uphill battle she's had to fight but not only did she fight it but she also won. Took herself on, told herself "Na uh, not today bitch", and dominated. 




Words can't express how proud of her I am and how happy I am to have her as a friend of mine. She's sort of like that cookie you want when you're 3 years old but the jar is too far, yet you still find a way to get that cookie. You're so proud of yourself for getting it that you don't even want to eat it. Elin, you're my cookie. I promise that I won't eat you, though. That'd just be weird ;)

Also, be forewarned that now your nickname is cookie. It's done. In fact, I'm going to try it out right now for size. I love you, cookie <3
Yup, that works nicely.